He quickly stopped crying and looked up at me, eyes full of tears that had not yet fallen on his perfect pink cheeks; he was terrified. This was not the mama he knew to be gentle and kind. Always there for him when he was hurt or sad, no, he didn't know this mama very well, this mama was filled with rage. He continued to search my face for the loving mama with whom he is familiar, and when he couldn't find her, tears began to stream down both our cheeks.

You won't find a chapter in any of your parenting books about this, you won't hear it discussed by mothers at the park on a sunny day while children giggle and play, you probably won't even talk about it to those closest to you, though you likely have experienced it a time or two. It is a dirty secret of parenting, it is anger, it is real, it is raw, and it is scary!

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Caches does not watch any television, nor does he play with any type of electronic device. Of course he has seen the television on and he has looked at pictures on my phone many times, but no, he has never sat down and watched television, and he won't be doing so for a very long time.

At first I thought babies and toddlers not watching any television was fairly common, but apparently the cheese stands alone. And the gasps, oh the gasps I have encountered when I tell people that he isn't allowed to watch television. They almost out number the gasps I hear when I tell people that he STILL isn't sleeping through the night, almost. Oh the horror! This poor kid really is doomed isn't he.

Sarcasm aside, I really am shocked at the amount of television and other media that very young children are exposed to. And I'm sorry if this offends you, no disclaimer this time, I just don't understand why kids are watching so much television! Okay, that's a lie, I have…

Just wanted to post a quick thank you to everyone who reached out to me upon hearing of my miscarriage. I can't tell you how much the personal stories, the emails, the flowers, the chocolates, and the support meant, and will forever mean to me!

This was an emotional journey like none I had ever experienced before, surprisingly emotional in fact, but I am at peace. I know there is nothing that I or anybody else could have done to change the outcome, I truly believe our bodies know what they are doing. I trust my body now more than ever.

Just in case you are curious, and I know you are. I have been doing weekly blood draws for 13 weeks now to follow my HCG levels down to zero and quite frankly, me and my shot up veins are over it. Since reaching a level of 7 my numbers have dropped only one point per week, ONE! So when I went in last week I was confident that it would be my last.

Cue the lab calling to tell me that they lost my blood. You wha!? How do you lose someones bl…